Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Feeder

I'm older now
I gotta pry these vices off me that just me down
So let the pulses
I fill the pipes of my kitchen with scotch
Wash the glass out, do my dishes, my spot
I was glossy-eyed smokin weed on my
But nowadays all I really need is my
I found solace, I a gal that don't bite
My heartbeats resembling the sound of calliope
wanna be my dad's senile son
But my momma's taught me how to treat my lungs
You see, cleanses me like a three mile run
It'll help me untangle every I've spun

I am lookin' at my new front
I a bird feeder outta beer bottles lying on the floor
I am lookin at my new door
And I am not to bite another poisonous apple core
I am a figure, a figure of sorts
Responsible in no time to my fuse short
Still I'm, I'm here
If they don't love me, fuck 'em
I changed, just got sick of being what I wasn't

I be confined by a genre
And that ain't a
I just it's healthy for me to wander
the pomegranate haze
The towns and promenades
Where corporate choke down their marmalade
Engineers of romance,
Avenue performers, balloon twisting
Multi-colored pill-shoveling slimeball shady hustlers
Discharge outta their car mufflers
My town breeds deers and wild foxes
My life is all around the house in brown boxes
I am an human, I am a man
That's suspicious of God's plan, you understand.

I am lookin' at my new front
I made a bird feeder beer bottles lying on the floor
I am lookin at my new front
And I am not about to bite another apple core
I am a figure, a figure of sorts
in no time to keep my fuse short
Still I'm, I'm right
If they don't love me, fuck 'em
I haven't changed, just got sick of being what I

I understood suicide better ever
But it just ain't for me, not my cup of tea
I accept the challenge my demons are presenting though
That means being with a six-year old
That means I admit when I'm wrong or we make love
And just because we break down mean we break up
And yeah, we got problems, so what
We share a love so robust
(bring the in)
I'm gonna follow archaic guidlines
Have a family, stay healthy through my
I'm talkin' oxygen, blood flow, baseball
I yearn for a therapeutic
My dad is 66-years old, he runs three every other day
What more can I
But are the golden years, friends
I loved my 20's but I not do them again
begin, it goes

I am at my new front door
I made a bird feeder outta beer bottles lying on the
I am at my new front door
And I am not about to another poisonous apple core
I am a figure, a father of sorts
in no time to keep my fuse short
Still I'm, I'm right
If don't wanna love me, fuck 'em
I haven't changed, just got sick of being what I